"What the actual fuck am I looking at?" The Lieutenant, Ghost's, voice rang through the common room, causing all whom was inside to freeze, like children who'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "Do I even want to know?"

Stood at the centre of everything was Johnny. Instead of sporting his usual, confident grin, the Scotsman appeared almost entirely downtrodden; lips pulled into a pout while his cheeks burned crimson. However, that wasn't the only thing different about the Scottish Sargent that evening. In place of his usual uniform, Johnny was dressed in a maids outfit. Complete with thigh high socks and a frilly apron. Gaz, along with a few other Sargent's on base, stood around him; sniggering and fawning over Johnny with their phones out to capture the moment.

"Soap lost a bet" Gaz laughed, bracing himself against one of the worn, brown leather couches as he clutched his stomach. He'd been laughing so long now that his stomach hurt and his cheeks ached.

"You know, Johnny, you do like quite pretty in that dress-" The Lieutenant, Ghost, joining in on poking fun at the riled up Scotsman.

"Away an bile your heid," John all but growled back, interrupting him. "I'll get meh own back, ye wait an' see-"

The sound of the rec room door opening again, along with faint humming, causes everyone to freeze yet again; the Sargent's threat falling flat. John wished the ground would swallow him up right there and then. Of course, it just had to have been you that had come in at a time like this.

It was no secret that the Scotsman has a small crush on the admin assistant Price had hired to help the Task Force stay afloat with paperwork. Constantly bringing you mugs of tea and coffee, sweet treats and often following you around base like a lost puppy when he wasn't busy with his own duties. You had, admittedly, found it rather odd that John hadn't stopped by to see you that morning but looking up to see the sight before you, you understood now why he hadn't.

You froze in the doorway, eyes widening as your eyes raked up the Sargent.

Turning, Johnny flushed a deeper shade of red as he saw who had now walked in on them. The redness spreading from his cheeks up to his ears and down his neck. Swallowing the lump that was quickly forming in his throat, he staggered a step forward. Clearing his throat as he tried to regain his composure, as well as whatever little dignity he had left.

"M-Mo ghràdh! W-What are ye doin' here?" Johnny asked, voice cracking and going high-pitched while Gaz howled with laughter behind him; clutching at the Lieutenant whom was also chuckling at the awkward situation poor John found himself in.